Page 114 of In Your Wildest Dreams
“Good.” She sits up and looks out the front window. “Also, can we talk about the fact he let you borrow his G-Wagon?”
I parked the SUV in our driveway. There was no way I was leaving it on the curb.
“I should have taken an Uber.”
“He really likes you.”
“I really like him too.” I sigh. “But I don’t know. Maybe it’d be easier if we—”
“Don’t even say it.” She shakes her head. “Do not let that asshole Gabe win.”
She’s right. Ash hasn’t done anything but make me feel wanted and happy, carefree and hopeful. He wants to be exclusive, wants me to come to games, and to claim me in front of the world. I want all of that and so much more. I see a real future with him. It’s scary and exhilarating. I’m tired of Gabe being the thing getting in the way of my happiness. Not anymore.
I just don’t know how to get what I want and keep Ash safe too.
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I pullthe front door open, and I swear my heart lurches in my chest at the sight of Bridget. “Finally, woman.”
She squeals when I scoop her up and kiss her hard.
I fumble with the door, closing it with a foot, and then carry her into the living room where I dump her onto her back on the couch and then hover over her.
“I’ve been home for five minutes. Five looong minutes all alone.”
Her smile is soft. “I’m so sorry.”
“I know how you can make it up to me.” I waggle my brows.
Her arms drape around my neck and she pulls me down to her. Thirty-six hours and I was ready to fly the plane home myself to get to her.
“I told you I have to study tonight.”
“I know. I know.” I nuzzle into her neck and hug her, breathing her in. I am totally gone for this girl. “I can be really quick though.”
She giggles. “That isn’t usually something guys brag about.”
I kiss her until we’re both panting and I’m real close to getting off without even being inside her. I pull back with a groan. “How long do you need to study?”
“An hour or two.”
I want to be good for her. I really don’t want to be the reason she fails a class. My schedule is nuts and I know she can’t drop everything when I’m available.
I sit back and pull her upright. “All right, but I’m setting a timer. In two hours and one minute, you’re mine.”
While she gets settled in my favorite spot on the couch with her textbooks and laptop, I find a new favorite spot—sitting on the opposite end staring at her.
I watch a little TV then decide to play video games, but I’m struggling to focus. I’m antsy.
She looks up and meets my gaze. A shy smile pulls at the corners of her mouth. “What?”
“Nothing.” I pick up the video game controller again. “Do you have plans on the third next month?”
“I have no idea.”
